pARTenogenesis
Art born by art. Art born by itself and for itself. Art coming from art.
A branch. Dragonfly wing. Grass blade. Protein molecule. Crystal. Flame. Cloud. Wind. And something else... Always beautiful. Even if there is nobody, who can be delighted by this beauty, who would be able to distinguish beauty from ugliness. Both snail and its shell don’t care about our delights and disgusts, our categories. Maybe they have their own ones. Inhuman. Who knows...
Here nothing appears by itself. Nothing from nothing and by nothing.
Phrases, usually clumsy rarely smooth, can’t even disappear by themselves.
Art born by art. Art born by itself and for itself. Art coming from art.
A branch. Dragonfly wing. Grass blade. Protein molecule. Crystal. Flame. Cloud. Wind. And something else... Always beautiful. Even if there is nobody, who can be delighted by this beauty, who would be able to distinguish beauty from ugliness. Both snail and its shell don’t care about our delights and disgusts, our categories. Maybe they have their own ones. Inhuman. Who knows...
Here nothing appears by itself. Nothing from nothing and by nothing.
Phrases, usually clumsy rarely smooth, can’t even disappear by themselves.
